On my pillow
Imlie’s head was pillowed on Aryan’s. His was pillowed on hers.
And it felt wonderful.
It felt complete.
It was a beautiful feeling.
Can't get me tired
All her exhaustion, the pain and the hurt today had caused, melted out of her bones as she rested on him.
He gave her comfort.
He gave her peace.
He was her solace.
Sharing my fragile truth
Here they were, their wounds still open.
But still serene.
They had had a day of closing old chapters.
They had had a day of unsure beginnings.
It was a day that had made both of them aware of some truths.
That I still hope the door is open
Imlie knew that Aditya was already a closed chapter in her life, but he was now a closed chapter in his life too.
Imlie also thought that Aditya was the one thing connecting the both of them, that she being Aditya’s wife made him come close to her.
That Aditya was the door that had opened the connection between them.
'Cause the window
But Imlie also knew that somewhere along the way, they had connected.
Past all the doors, and thresholds, they had connected.
And that made her go on.
Because they were, even without the door that connected them.
They had reached to the windows of each other’s souls.
Opened one time with you and me
But was that connection severed?
Was it still the same?
Imlie was the first to shut the window first.
Then he locked it up.
And now she had to look for the key, because she didn’t think that the one time the window was opened was enough for Imlie.
Now my forever's falling down
She wanted the window to be opened forever.
She wanted for him to hand the key over to her so she could unlock the window.
But was it too late?
Had Imlie pushed too much?
Could Imlie see as the window remain unlocked because the both of them were too stubborn to actually open it up and want each other, for a forever?
Wondering if you'd want me now
Did Aryan actually want to reach out?
He did, right?
Otherwise he wouldn’t have sat behind her.
He wouldn’t have asked after her.
He wouldn’t have.
He did.
How could I know
Did she?
She was the one who offered first.
She was the one who fought for him.
She was the one who wanted to do it for his family.
But did she do it for his family, or for him?
One day I'd wake up feeling more
She didn’t know when it happened.
She wasn’t sure what happened, but one day, she wanted to prove Aditya’s innocence, and another, she wanted Aryan to move on in his life.
She wanted him to leave his revenge behind, not because it was hurting Aditya, but because it was hurting him.
And she didn’t know, she couldn’t remember.
The time of the shift remained unidentifiable for her.
But I had already reached the shore
But it happened.
Her priorities changed.
She changed.
And one moment, she was lost at sea, unaware of the goal she had in her life.
But the next, he had guided her, he had intersected her, and shown her a direction.
And she had reached the shore, she had reached her destination.
Guess we were ships in the night
But he hadn’t.
She had reached another destination.
Their destinations ended up being different.
He was on the end of another road, and she had washed up on an unseen shore.
A shore, that remained unknown to him.
Night, night
Was this their destiny?
No.
Because despite her reaching a different destination than him, he had found her.
He had followed her.
And he had found her.
So no, their destiny still awaited them.
We were ships in the night, night, night
Aryan’s breath baited when Imlie leaned away from him.
Taking away her support.
He shouldn’t feel anything.
He had waited all day for this.
He had waited all day for her to pull away from him.
And she was.
I'm wondering
But she didn’t pull away, rather, she made him face her.
She urged him to turn around, and he, as always, couldn’t refuse her.
Her eyes, the window to her soul, spoke a million things, yet not a word passed her lips.
He always had been able to read her, except when he felt Aditya between them.
But today, even when Aditya wasn’t between them, her gaze left him wondering.
Are you my best friend
What now?
Now what?
Where to go from here?
Employer-Employee? They had always been more than that.
Landlord-Tenant? She had too many liberties for that.
Husband-Wife? They were too imperfect at that.
Friends? They never could be that.
Feel's like a river's rushing through my mind
What were they?
His mind could not fathom being anything to her, such was the noise in his head.
His heart would not accept not being anything to her, such was the pain in his chest.
They were stuck, in a limbo.
And for the life of him, he wanted to just be with her.
The definition of the relationship didn’t matter.
I wanna ask you
But it did to her.
Relationships, their names, their definitions, everything did matter to her.
And what mattered to her, would always matter to him.
So what was he to do?
Should he just ask?
Was he brave enough to hear the answer?
If this is all just in my head
Looking into her eyes, he wondered, for the nth time, whether it was all in his head.
The stolen glances, the burning touches, the teasing smirks, and the unresolved tension.
He felt it.
But did she?
Should he ask?
Would she answer?
My heart is pounding tonight
As her fingers grazed his, his eyes found hers.
His heart stopped beating.
And then it began pounding.
She was touching him.
They weren’t in a life threatening situation, he wasn’t dying, she wasn’t dying, none of their families were in an immediate threat, and here they were, together in a room.
Just sitting.
And she was touching him.
I wonder
As her fingers intertwined with his, he looked at them.
Their hands, together, in another hold.
They held hands, they always had, but always in the support of the other.
Always to stand up for the other.
He wondered, was this the first time they were holding hands just because they wanted to?
No. Were they?
If you
He felt his gaze on her, but his didn’t shift from their hands.
The hold was too fragile.
It felt like she could let him go any moment.
And he wanted this memory to be engraved in his head.
Because he didn’t know what tomorrow would bring.
He didn’t know what tomorrow with her would be like.
Are too good to be true
He wasn’t sure of her coming back today.
She brought out all his insecurities.
But she did come back.
And laid rest to his insecurities tonight.
And it felt good.
It felt too good to be true.
And would it be alright if I
But hope?
It was still too early to hope.
He didn’t know if she was to stay.
He didn’t know how long she was to stay.
But tonight, she was making him hope.
Making him hope that she would stay and he was allowed this and she wouldn’t run away from him if he pulled her closer and he didn’t know.
Pulled you closer
She was the one who pulled him closer, tugging at their conjoined hands.
She was the one who took the first step, her other hand coming to rest on his neck.
She was the first one to come closer, their knees colliding against each other.
She was the one to pull him closer, their faces breaths apart.
He could feel her exhale.
How could I know
How could he know this was real?
How could he know this was not some dream his mind has conjured?
How should he react to this reality?
How would he want to react if this was reality?
The line between reality and dream was blurred, now more than ever.
And how was he to know what was real and what was not?
One day I'd wake up feeling more
He didn’t know what these feelings were, except he did know.
He didn’t know why he wouldn’t just accept what these feelings were, except he did know.
He wasn’t sure when he began to feel so much more for her, except he did know.
And he also knew, he was doomed.
The day he met her, and today, all of it proved just the one thing.
That he was doomed to fall for her.
And he was stupid to resist it.
But I had already reached the shore
Because there was no point.
They were on different destinations, different shores.
She didn’t feel for him the way he felt for her.
He didn’t see her the way she thought he saw her.
They were destined.
But for what?
Was their destinies different shores for a lifetime?
Or were they destined to anchor together?
Guess we were ships in the night
He didn’t need to think anymore.
He couldn’t think anymore.
Because, in the next moment, in the very next moment, her forehead touched his.
And he didn’t know when she had crossed that distance, but the relief he felt, it was serenity.
He was comfortable.
This was enough for him.
Night, night
His eyes were set on her, but she had closed her’s.
He closed his in anticipation, unaware of her intentions.
Unaware that in the next moment, she opened her’s.
And it was unfair, for the both of them, to have missed each other’s intention in the same moment, but the intention being the same.
But it was typical of them.
Being oblivious to each other was obvious for them.
We were ships in the night
But today, today was their day.
And their gazes did meet.
And without anything between them, they did see each other.
They also saw each other’s desire.
And they understood them too.
And it seemed inevitable.
Them colliding.
Night, night
As their lips met, the night changed.
As their tongues fought, the windows to their souls unlocked.
As they breathed each other in, the bitterness of their thoughts turned sweet.
As they parted, their souls met each other.
As they looked at each other, again, they stopped worrying.
Today was enough.
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